[⋆˙🔦⟡] vanessa oneshots

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/ ik i havent posted in a while sorry. you guys are gonna get something that i wrote in my notes ajdjkqkfk, i didnt proof read it so it might be bad

"Dad." She called out, knife lodged on her stomach. She noticed on the split second before she forced her eyes to close, that he didn't even try to catch her, soften the fall of her body, heavy with the guilt. There was no one last act of kindness, and that makes it easier to view him as something other than a father.

She was his own flesh and blood, but she'd grown rigid, for her own good, father said. And maybe when she looks back, when she understands, it was for his own good all along. Her feelings will be his downfall, father had said. You will be the cause of everything bad that ever happened, father said. You are an incarnation of me.You are just like me. Father feeds her words, words she hadn't known the meaning of.

There was no act of kindness. There were only soft looks, a longing for something, not because he had hurt her. Because she wasn't him, because she disobeyed.

He gave her a chance. That's the thing. He let go of the grip on her neck, giving her a chance to go. Deliberately saying to get away. But she'd grown, no longer the daughter he had raised.

He gave her a chance. Mike gave her a chance. He saved her when she would've been perfectly content on dying with her father, the same grave, close proximity. He gave her a chance.